The thread about going back and talking to yourself when you were younger and somehow convincing your younger self to do differently reminded me of a story an old pal of mine once told me. Whether it's true or not I can't say, but it makes a whole lot of sense. It seems this guy had a sideshow in a carnival where people would come in and watch his trained monkeys ride little motorcycles on a kind of a merry go round affair. Just before he would let the people in through a curtain, he'd grab the monkeys up one, by one, and put them on the motorcycles on the carousel that was turning slowly. The monkeys would all fight him when he grabbed them up out of their cage, but once he set them on their little motorcycle, they were just like Motaur in the Progressive ad, they just hung on and went for a ride. The faster the sideshow guy turned the carousel the tighter they hung on, until they were traveling at dizzying speed! I think for the most part, we're like the monkeys, life grabs us by the neck, throws us in the saddle of the motorcycle of life, and though we may struggle a bit, when our butts hit the seat, we just hang on and go for the ride. Those of you who think you are the captain of your own destiny, review what's going on around you, and see if you can still believe that. We are little electrons flowing through the universe without the slightest control of where we are going, or how long the ride will be. NO AMOUNT OF PLANNING WILL BEAT DUMB LUCK!